So it was not the coffee
nor his eyes
nor the sun
nor the perfume
nor the night
nor the heart
nor the sea
nor the clouds
nor his hands
nor the smiles
It was the taste
the look
the light
the essence
the darkness
the heartbeat
the waves
the rain
the touch
the happiness
It wasn't life, it was feeling alive.
-Alina Esquinca
I love coffee as much as I want to feel alive. :) This is beautiful.
Thankyou for reading :)